It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

i have read not even 1 book

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

...

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

magnetisation/form

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

all that is to say

no longer writing in the third person

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.